I still don’t have a goddamned picture of that egg.
Annnnnnnnnyway, I’m back from what was by all accounts a stellar week of business of all sorts. Everything ran well and was executed perfectly. Hopefully our customers feel the same way. Got to see some old friends and (and a few new ones, heh) and reconnect over a silly amount of booze.
On the lunar new year a while back I proclaimed that this year would be henceforth known as the “Year of the Dave,” a statement full of hubris. I love hubris just a little more than the writers of all those Greek tragedies and slightly more than Oedipus. I’m really fond of saying things like, “I’ll never be in a car accident that’s my fault” (true). I’ve found that just the stating of such ridiculous claims can really help bring them about. Even better is that if for some obvious reason they don’t come about you can blame the failure on some cosmic excuse like having “jinxed” it or having angered an ancient Mayan God when I built that strip mall in Guatemala in the late 80’s.
With the statement made I’ve been seizing all kinds of positive signs as mental reenforcement. That egg from two weeks ago, the smooth running of our events, how fantastic my hair has been looking, etc. Just the other night I got another one. For some inexplicable reason our event designer hired a Tarot card reader. Right before I was going to head home, I stumbled in her direction and sat down for a reading.
Apparently I’m going to be ruling either a small country or my domain by the end of the year, so says the last card, “The Emperor.” That’s fucking sweet. Though there was a death card in the middle there, which I was a little worried about, but she assured me I was definitely safe. Everyone else though, watch out.
So did I miss anything? And who wants in on my cabinet?